Maiden moder milde

Maiden moder milde,

Ozez cel oreysoun!
From shamé thou me shilde,
de ly malfeloun!
For love of thiné childe
Me menez de tresoun!
Ich wes wod ant wilde,
Ore su en prisoun.
Thou art feyr ant fre,
Eplein de doucour;
Of thee sprong the ble,
Ly soverein creatour.
Maydé, byseche I thee
Vostre seint socour,
Meoke ant mylde, be with me
Per la sue amour!

Tho Judas Jesum founde,
Donque ly beysa.
He wes bete ant bounde,
Que nus tous fourma.
Wydé were is wounde
Que le Gyw ly dona;
He tholede hardé stounde,
Me poi le greva.